A Time to Talk


Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
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And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)
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JIWAN OR SHATRANJ

जीवन और शतरंज में

आता नहीं है ठहरा

Shadow Of Life

Walking in the shadow of fear,

drowning endlessly by a single tear,

running along

ITNI TANHAI

इतनी तन्हाइयाँ हैं,

डर भी सकती हूँ,

The Kiss That Was

have you ever had a kiss

that took you on a bliss

and left you with shaking knees

Love Love
When I look back at times

I find you winking at me
making something stir inside

You

My Steps..

Since all my steps are audience of my past,

a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt

Because I Needed A Friend

I called you late last night

because I needed a friend.

But you, of course, didn'

The Nightmare Before Christmas

Big, fat Santa bounded through my halls;

He made everything shake, even the walls.

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I'm Getting Lonely

It's getting cold and I'm getting lonely

Wishing someone would sit down and hold me

I Am Trying

I know there's something great in me,

Something I struggle to find.

The days and

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